We got to Florida over two weeks ago and apparently I forgot that, A, I owned a camera and, B, was trying to document our journey by blog. Whoopsie!
So, for the emails we’ve gotten wondering where we are and what happened-we are good, we are in Florida.
Here is a mini catch-up:
Our first week back was a wonderful whirlwind of social meet-ups. And it was apparently exactly what our personal batteries were in need of to get all charged up 🙂 We had friends come out and anchor near us, several friends hosted us for some seriously delicious dinners and fun evenings, we lunched out with family, cooked fish-n-conch on our boat, and simply chilled out and caught up with everyone we had missed. It was SO good to see everyone!
We had anchored right in front of our old marina and had planned on staying there for two or three weeks before heading to the work yard to be hauled out, but besides having fun with friends we found that our old neighborhood isn’t that easy to navigate while on anchor. Sadly, I’ll have to report that Satellite Beach isn’t a cruiser-friendly town. None of the marinas will let you tie up a dinghy and while there is a public park called Paddles and Oars complete with a beautiful floating dock, you can’t tie up your row-boat there either. Again, friends came to the rescue to solve this dilemma.
Here is a funny: Keith found a place for the dinghy and walked to our old 7-11 (the one we used to frequent multiple times a day) to buy beer and Diet Coke, because of course we are now back in the land of affordable beer and soda and we can. The cashier carded him and he didn’t have his ID. (Keith is in his fourties) No beer. He walked to the next store, and while he did buy his beer, they were out of Diet Coke. He walked back to the same 7-11 (with his getting-hot beer) and bought my soda and then had to walk back to the dinghy lugging two twelve-packs. Beer and soda, they might be cheaper here but not necessarily more accessible!
In search of wifi (and air conditioning) we sailed across the river to the Melbourne Library a couple times, which has a wonderful public dock that you can tie your dinghy to. There, we found that we weren’t the only hoodlums waiting in line for the library to open for reasons other than checking out a book. 😉 Our unemployed, transient-living, back-pack toting selves mingled with our like. One fellow even welcomed us “to the hood” using language that won’t make it to print here. Keith reassured me that it was a term of endearment. Uh-huh.
It was weird being in the same neighborhood, but seeing it from the perspective of pedestrian. The laundry mat and Publix Grocery don’t seem quite so close anymore! That, and brown river water still isn’t our thing-yuck. So, after only a week we were ready to get going on our boat projects and sailed up to Port Canaveral to get hauled out. I do like being transient. Just go when you are ready to go.
^^this was taken from the library, that is our boat anchored by the end of the pier and a squall that blew through
THE FIRST 48
This isn’t our first rodeo, we’ve been in a boat yard before. The first 48 hours after being hauled out always looks the same. Elaborate efforts are made to keep the dirt and sand off and out of the boat (I’ve got quite the mud room going on at the base of our ladder), neighbors are checked out (our neighbor is living under a tarp and drives a BMW-curious), and new plumbing arrangements are secured (toilet doesn’t work without sea water). The first 48 hours is also when that carefully typed out project list/time line always dissolves (usually, and without exception this time, in a fit of tears). No worries, it was a short fit and problem has already been resolved by simply deciding not to resolve it. What was the problem? I washed the paint off the deck. Not the dirt off the paint, the paint off the deck. Seems there was a prep issue with a section of our last coat and for a short, short minute stripping and repainting the deck was added to the list. Hence the fit of tears. Oh, and the rental of a storage locker to clear everything off the deck in order to proceed. Then we agreed that the coat underneath is already the same color so we will let the failing paint job do its thing on its own, we will tackle that job at a later date. Order and sanity restored and focus redirected back to the real issue, the rudder. That will get a post of its own soon.
Maybe we just haven’t been cruisers long enough, but we miss a set of wheels and even though we have had an overwhelming amount of genuine offers for rides and loaner vehicles, we decided to get something of our own again for while we are here. Enter: Craigslist. We ruled out a car as that would require getting insurance and we only plan on having it about 6 weeks max and motorcycles didn’t fit the budget leaving us searching for a scooter. By the end of the day Keith had scored a zippy little Yamaha Zuma scooter. For $450.00 it came with 10,000 miles, a flat front and back tire, busted fender, broken tail light, and a burnt out headlight. But it ran great! Another $102.00 for parts and repairs and Keith was zooming along at a wind-whipping 35 mph! Beep-Beep. Now, hopefully, we can throw it back up on Craigslist when we are ready to leave and recoupe most of the cash, making it a cheaper than a rental. That is the plan at least. For now, no more long walks for beer and soda.
That’s our current status in a nut shell.
So how many of you read that and are making mental bets of how long we will be here?
(I assure you, we will be in the water and ready to head back to the Bahamas by October first, don’t let the storage unit rental and vehicle purchase fool you!)